around 30 years or so. Back in my teens, I had a thing about older women, nowadays, I seem to be the one younger women have a thing for. Not that I am complaining.
Roses are red,
RG makes girls laugh.
Please say that you don't
do impressions of a giraffe.
I've seen it do an elephant,
And Last turkey in the Shop,
I feel that's where impressions
really should stop.
I can though assure you,
it's not just a rumour,
Most women do fall,
for a good sense of humour.
Two sexy girls on the bed
"I'm new to this," the younger one said
"Just leave it to me
Lynn flies on wings
And, hopefully, pleasure brings
to her lover intensely
And to herself Lynn immensely,
and then she, in ecstasy, sings.
Sitting naked on her lover's knee,
Roses are red,
I've played many a game,
And the strangest thing is,
The end's always the same.
Played strip dice-see story,
That's perfect for two.
Strip poker, strip-ludo,
Snakes and ladders too.
In every game,
there is always a way,
to shed all your clothing,
then forfeits you pay.
You could end up coming,
oh so many times.
I hope some ideas,
you got from my rhymes.
Can I start with Ginger while you are all talking about it?
The young co-ed's father exclaimed
"I want the young man named!"
He put you in the club
Where you acted like a sub,
Resulting in the Family being shamed.
A Lush girl sneaked into West Point,
The young co-ed's father exclaimed
"I want the young man named!"
He put you in the club,
English colloquialism, "to put someone in the club", Pudding Club, meaning to make them pregnant. See, now if you had stayed with us, you would know all this. By the way, Happy Independence Day, or as we Brits know it, Bloody Ungrateful Colonials day.
Unfortunately, we are always in a heap of trouble.
I didn't realize P was so kinky
He likes to flash his little dinky jerk
As he shows it for all to see,
one girl described it to me,
Fortunately, that makes the sales girl even more ready to hand over the goods.
G likes to post a Limerick,
his randy mind will rarely miss a trick,
Roses are red,
me bouncing about,
on a trampoline?
I sincerely doubt.
Though I still feel young,
it is all in my head.
The only bouncing I'll do,
will be on a bed.
Be spanked when Roger can find the time.
Wouldn't it be better if everyone was coming?
Roses are red,
A girl or a boy,
Heidi wiggling her ass,
We all would enjoy.
Heidi once kissed a girl,
and soon had her mind in a whirl,
Sometimes occurs if the story took a wrong turn somewhere. If I go back, and start editing and proof-reading, I will be correcting a line, and I suddenly realise if I do this, then the character goes there and says that, and the story is writing itself again for me, it starts flowing along a different path.
In my last story, I started writing, and until the girl got on the spaceship, I honestly had no idea where it was going until a female character appeared and after that, I was just hitting the keys that needed to be hit, it just flowed like watching a film, all I needed to do was describe what was happening. Wrote it in one single session.
Roses are red,
I go to the gym,
we sit in the sauna,
and hope to get slim.
We wear thin bikinis,
we chat and we sweat,
and some of the chatter,
soon makes us so wet.
So then come the invites,
and touches so sweet,
and soon we are making,
arrangements to meet.
I'm too old for clubs,
don't go to a bar.
The Gym and the sauna,
is where the girls are.
Roses are red,
I am getting old,
but still look good,
or so I am told.
I still get invited
by girls, and men too,
who are much younger,
so it may be true.
All that I know,
Is I enjoy what I like,
and to Old Father Time,
I can say, "on your bike".
(note for American readers-"On Your Bike" is an English expression, a crude way of asking someone to go away.)
Juli went to sun at the nude beach
Wanting a total tan, including her peach
At her beauty everyone stared,
and sat as close as they dared
Of course, and happy to wait until she is finished with Ginger.
Lyn was spreading her legs
Inserting some vibrating eggs
Closing her eyes and emitting a soft moan
She diddled her pecker-free zone,
"take some pictures," one male from Lush begs.
Our Robert was so well-behaved,
Roses are red,
a man's mind, I find,
is often on sex,
as I'm wined and dined.
Not that I mind this,
in fact, truth to tell,
I have to admit,
mine is as well.
Mature as I am,
I thought the spiel,
was you are as young,
as the Girl that you feel.
Whichever is right,
I'd just like to say,
any Lush girl needs feeling,
call me, night or day.
On a date I kept thinking of you,
contemplating just what I could do,
As she sat atop the hill
So very pretty, sitting still
Laying back to admire the stars
Having danced in all the bars,
and wondering if she had took her pill.
A girl from Lush had a date,
Roses are red,
My new story's out,
Competition entry,
Pure Filth it's about.
So I am now posting,
to blatantly push,
my first actual effort,
to win here in Lush.
Apology offered,
for hi-jacking the thread,
I just want to ensure
my story gets read.